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In 2021 I was strangled, sexually assaulted, stalked, and sexually abused by a trauma informed, prominent individual. In 2019, 6 months before the pandemic, I moved across the country with my two kids and our pets to a place we’ve never been, and we didn’t know anyone from there. We had moved to escape poverty, stalking, and domestic violence. I enrolled my kids into extracurricular activities, and got to be friendly with some of the parents. Because of my professional background, some parents said I should meet one of the parents who was a big wig in the same field as I. They told me he was really nice and would be a good way to get a foot in the door. I tried to get to know him, but he seemed either too busy, or not interested, so I left it alone. He then started to aggressively pursue me during the pandemic while we were all in isolation…6 months after I moved there. I was lonely, scared, and poor. Suddenly, he started to flirt with me online, telling me what a breath of fresh air I was, telling me how amazing I was, offering to buy me and my kids groceries, and hinting at job opportunities. He was laying it on so thick that I started to see through it and I pulled back, and at one point unfriended him on Facebook. A couple months later I caught him walking passed my house while I was on a walk. I told him I lived there, and he told me that he already knew that. That night he sent me a friend request, and somehow I convinced myself that I was being too hard on him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt, and honestly, I started to crave the attention, and the prospect of having a friend, especially a friend who seemed genuinely interested in helping me. He then became very hot and cold with me throughout 2020. He would lavish me with attention through text, dm, email, and social media, and then suddenly go radio silent. I would unfriend and block him, move on, and then he would either show up where I was, or get ahold of me through other channels. Finally, by 2021, after we were both vaccinated we made plans for me to go to his house, have margaritas, and sex. When we were in his kitchen making margaritas, he poured it a bunch of it down my throat (playfully and and at that point, with my consent. He put the thermos down, lunged at me, physically assaulting me, and then putting me in a chokehold. I thought I was going to die, and then I learned what people mean when they say that their life flashed before their eyes. I don’t know if the physical assault lasted seconds or minutes, but he abruptly stopped assaulting me, and then pinned me against the wall and started kissing me and telling me that “I light his fire.” By then, I was literally drunk, in shock, dazed, and confused. He then stopped kissing me and asked if I wanted to go upstairs, or watch tv. I said “go upstairs”. I was scared, and at that point, I didn’t know what he was going to do next, and I just wanted to get out of there safely, so I just went upstairs with him. When we got upstairs, he ripped out a handful of my hair. When we went back downstairs, he said, “I want to show you something that means a lot to me.” It was an award that he had received from a domestic violence coalition for his work on the reauthorization of the violence against women act. He then laughed and said, “but I like to choke and slap women, but it’s all consensual, right?” He also told me that he did this work so he didn’t feel like such a piece of shit. He took me home, and the next day, my daughter pointed out that I had bruises all over me, and a bite mark on my back. I think I was still in shock because, I didn’t really notice anything until she pointed it out, and even then, it didn’t fully register. He texted me a picture of him on vacation with a margarita. He said that it was the second best margarita that he had in his life. I told him that I didn’t think we should have contact anymore because I was afraid that he was going to hurt me. He then sent me money through PayPal with a note that said “thank you for being a friend.” I was in desperate need of money, so I decided to keep talking to him. I got really sick with an upper respiratory infection several days after the assault. He came back from vacation and brought me soup, and food for my kids from a Chinese Restaurant. He started being very kind again and telling me that he had feelings for me, and I began to doubt myself, and for some reason, I suddenly thought that I was in love with him. About a month later he picked me up and took me back to his house. All I know is I blacked out, and he woke me up in the morning and took me home. I don’t remember anything else from that night. That day, I texted him that I felt like a truck hit me, and that I felt like something bad happened to me and I didn’t know why. The month after that, he ghosted me. Then the month after that he came to my place and we started to have consensual sex, but it turned into another assault and he brutally sodomized me with my own toy. I went back to blocking and unblocking him, and I think I had a psychotic break or Stockholm Syndrome or something after the first assault. He sent me money a couple more times, and got me into a summer policy institute online with the prospect of helping me get a good job and opportunities to meet and network with people. We went back and forth over text, phone, email, and social media, but I never left my house besides going down to a neighborhood bar down the street. I was always in my room alone, and I became a recluse and started to become catatonic. I also had a terrible time trying to speak, it hurt to speak, like there was a fist in my throat. 6 months later, I became a client at a sexual assault help center. It was helping me a lot, and after awhile, I thought I was ready to look for work. I was blacklisted. People treated me weird at job interviews and said some weird out-of-pocket things, like dog whistles. I gave up, and just started delivering groceries. When I told my advocate in November that I was ready to file a police report against him (by then I had been a client for around 9 months). Suddenly I was getting a bunch of desirable job offers and interviews. I told my advocate that I changed my mind about reporting because I was afraid it would affect my career. I got a job as coordinator for an anti-trafficking program, but immediately my new colleagues were treating me weirdly and telling me stories of local clients and their cases which were almost identical to what happened to me, but the stories all ended up with them saying that nobody believed them, or that other people had stuff on the victims that would be humiliating to them. They would say a lot of other weird things that were like dog whistles. I began to feel unsafe and I told my advocate that I changed my mind again and I wanted to report him. A day later, my assailant’s new girlfriend/colleague (who is also very prominent and influential asked to have a meeting with me and my boss. I sensed that I was going to be ambushed, so in a panic, I disclosed the assaults to my new boss, and she assured me that this woman was very professional and private and she would not do that. When I went to the meeting room, his girlfriend told me that she would be recording the conversation. She implied to my boss that I was stalking and harassing her and that she has warned the community about me. I had never met, or attempted to contact this woman in any way, and I had no feelings towards her that were either positive or negative. When my boss asked her for context, the woman said that she could not say because there was an ongoing investigation on me, and that my boss would find out more as time went by. She said that she received a call in November (when I first told my advocate that I wanted to report) and was told that I was a threat to her safety and well-being, and that was all she could say for now. I then suspected that someone at the sexual assault help center had tipped them off that I was going to the police…both times. I found out that many of my colleagues including my boss were friends with her, and some of them informed me that she was texting people to get information on me, like if I had a Facebook profile, my agenda for the day, who I was meeting with, where I was going, etc. I began to feel so unsafe that I resigned less than 2 months after I started working there. However, I also forwarded a bunch of emails from my work that included these details about the harassment. My former boss sent me an email accusing me of “hacking into their computer system and impersonating an employee of the organization and that she would have me prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. I ignored her email. I ended my relationship with my therapist and advocate from the sexual assault help center, and asked if they had been leaking information about me. Both my therapist and advocate denied breaching my confidentiality. The Executive Director also denied it. I went back into isolation for two more years, and got a new therapist. When I was ready to go back to work in 2025, I found that I had been totally blacklisted, and that this woman had gone all over the community telling people that I was stalking her, and that she had a restraining order against me. Neither of which were true. I began to publicly speak out about everything to try to defend myself. In the spring of 2025 I was sent a cease and desist letter from an attorney friend of theirs. I still kept speaking out to anyone in the community who would listen. In March of 2026, I was served with a n emergency personal safety order against stalking and harassment that she had gotten with the help of the sexual assault help center. I never did attempt to contact her even after all the things she had done. In her affidavit she claims that in November of 2023, the executive director of the sexual assault help center called her with a so-called duty to warn and said that I had made a threat against the woman, which was completely untrue. I was supposed to have a hearing within 10 days, and I was relieved that I could go into the courtroom and share my side of the story. I found out that she had a friendly relationship with the magistrate who granted her order in the middle of the night. The case was handed over to another magistrate who was also connected with them. I have never had a hearing. The 10 day order is still in effect and her attorney has filed 7 continuances over the past 5 or 6 months, and they have all been granted. I have never been in trouble with the law, there are no police reports filed against me, there was never an investigation about me, I have never had an altercation with this woman, unless you count when she came into my work, but even then I remained composed and professional. I have never threatened her. The betrayal by the sexual assault help center made me feel like I was being assaulted all over again. This woman has been stalking and harassing me for 3 years. I attempted to take my life 2 years ago, and she obtained that information about me and told everyone, I received anonymous mail about my new husband, and in her affidavit she describes how she has had people take pictures of me, that she has people looking at my social media and reporting back to her, people have pretended to want to become my friend only to find out they are friends with her, that she has talked to law enforcement about me, her friend in the prosecutor’s office, “her lawyer friend who sent me the cease and desist and said there was investigation about me in the cease and desist now works for the prosecutor’s office as an assistant prosecutor, she has had people message me and tell me that a detective wants to talk to me, etc. etc. This has been so painful to be treated like a criminal, being smeared and disbelieved, and betrayed by the very people who claim to believe survivors and are a resource to victims. I feel like trash. I feel like I don’t matter. I’m scared to leave my house without my husband, I dare not confide in anyone for fear that they are a plant. I feel totally silenced, isolated, and unsafe. I need a survivor support group online that I can attend so that I can maybe heal. Everything I say and do seems to get back to her. I’ve developed so many health problems over the last few years, and I can never sleep, concentrate, and I can barely function at times. I feel like I have lost myself, like I am a shell of who I once was. I tried to move on and heal, but they just won’t allow that to happen. I feel like someone who is on house arrest. There are so many more instances of the stalking and harassment that I have endured, but it is just too much to write. I just want to be believed. I want to be heard. I want to be validated. I want to be supported and advocated for, but aside from my husband and kids, I am all alone. I have support from my friends back home across the country, but it doesn’t feel like enough for me, even though I am grateful. I just want my life back.

It started as sexual harassment. And I let it happen. Do not let it happen to you! I was a college intern working on my supply-chain management major. In business school you know you don’t just get a degree and POOF! A job is magically waiting for you. Unless you already have connections. I was a single woman on financial aid and had squat for family connections. I needed to make some connections while still in school that I could use to climb the ladder. It is a very competitive world. A time when we don’t care so much where we work as long as it has prospects of advancement and making money. I was interning at the corporate offices for a rental car company. I got my first choice for a class in which we had to intern at a real company. My group of four was in their logistics offices and we had no clear job at the time but my school had sent students for a while so we had a contact person and some loose idea of a project that my group of four had to put together and execute for our grade. Well that was kind of of dud and I went along with the bad idea of planning more efficient distribution routes for their cars entering the fleet. It was naive because the company had real pros who designed the system. But, because of my feminine wiles, I got invited to come in and help in my free time by a top manager. Just me. I jumped at the opportunity and on my available days I showed up early in the morning and tried to be like part of the team. It was a very masculine environment. I tried to hang in spite of the pretenses for my special treatment. “You’re not one of those feminist types who go crying to HR if a man gives you a compliment or a pat on the backside, are you?” The man who first invited me had asked. We’ll call him XX. I assured him I was not, anticipating his expected answer. “Work hard, play hard,” was something I said in my denial of values he was obviously opposed to. So the couple times XX introduced me as his mistress I went along with the joke. Another stupid mistake. As an example of my environment, after a male Y in the department first showed me how to use part of a program that calculates stock outages, he had me sit and try it and gave me a massage I did not ask for early in the morning. Well XX came up and made a joke about Y getting his hands of his girl. They had some bro moment where the male Y asked him if he was serious, saying something about XX’s wife, to which XX backed down and said something like “It’s just a joke. I’d love to in my fantasies, but she’s company property, brother.” Company property??! I was sitting right there! I tensed up but tried to pretend I was so absorbed in the computer training as XX left and male Y went back to massaging me, but this time more boldly. He got down my lower back and upper buttock then went down the arms to my thighs, stopping me from doing any work as he blatantly brushed his forearms and hands against my chest. I felt so weak and almost paralyzed by the time I forced myself to stand up to go use the restroom, stopping it. I could have just done that at the beginning but did not. Later hat same day, XX had me go to lunch with him and have a beer at a bar and grill with a pool table. I was 20 but they did not ask for my ID because I was with XX. I hardly ever played pool and while we waited for our food he “showed” me how to play. He made fun of the cliché on movies and television where a man has a woman bend over the pool table to shoot just so he can push his crotch against her backside in a suggestive manger and lean over her with his arms on each side of her to show her how to slide the stick. But while he joked about it he actually did those things to me! That was a good day for my two main molesters and an awful day for me. XX hugged me as we stood up giggling and apparently his hands now had a license to molest my body whenever he wanted. I got numb to it in some ways, but emotionally more on edge. My butt was grabbed or spanked playfully in the department, even by male Y. A few other men were very flirtatious. My shoulders were rubbed, hugs on even minor greetings with XX and finally I was supposed to get used to little pecks on the lips too. I felt like I was in a constant state of mental anguish and defensiveness. My body could be attacked anytime. But I did not defend myself! I would say clearly to XX and some others that I wanted to be respected and considered one of the guys and have a job there when I graduated and they affirmed it. Both main abusers encouraged me, but still sexually harassed me. With my moronic blessing! The semester ended and I kept going in daily during summer break. It was my only lifeline to a possible job after I graduated in a year. I was so groomed that it was not a big leap at all when XX pressured me to give him head in his office. I refused with a smile and head shake and he came back with some rationalization about how I owed him and he really needed it just then. He would not take no for an answer. The first time I lowered myself to kneeling before his desk and took him in my mouth my hands were shaking and I teared up and had to sniffle snot back up. I was the one who was embarrassed! It was like an out of body experience and my mouth dried up to where I had to ask him to drink some of his energy drink. Internally there was a huge change immediately. I was gutted of all pride and self-worth. I was like a zombie. Hardly eating. Lots of coffee. Showing up and doing the reports that had become my responsibility and mechanically giving XX his daily BJ in the afternoon in his small stale office with a small window. I started to have migraines during that summer. I drove home for 4th of July and got so inebriated I ended up sleeping with my much older sister’s ex-husband in the back of his truck. That was a terrible wake up call. I knew I couldn’t pretend much longer without a breakdown so I put my two week in at the rental car place where I was working for free. To secure my future I made sure to keep it all friendly and “you know I’ll be back working here next year”. The idea of all the time and humiliation I had put in being lost to nothing was a major fear. I put myself through two last weeks of it. I had quickie sex with XX twice on and over his desk. I gave into extreme pressure and gave male Y a BJ too when he explicitly made it about a letter of recommendation. He knew about me doing it for XX. He did not even have his own office and we had to use the stairwell. During my final year of school I became aware that I was too traumatized to ever go back there anyway. The extent to which I had been used and abused became obvious to me, where before it had not. As if I had been living in a denial haze. It was a painful time. I was a bit reckless. I got a C in the high level economics elective I took. I said yes to several dates to avoid being alone and either slept with them or freaked out in anger at them. Seeing that I needed the car rental faux-internship on my resume I did email both abusers for letters of recommendation and got a good one from Male Y, but a very impersonal, generic one from XX. I was so dejected and angry. Finally, I told my sister, the one who confronted me about her ex-husband. I TOLD HER EVERYTHING AND THAT WAS MY FIRST STEP TO RECOVERY. To letting out the pain, screaming at myself in the mirror, punching the heavy bag at a boxing gym I joined, and to seeing my first psychologist and psychiatrist. The therapy helped more than the Celexa and antipsych. The support group helped even more. I met two friends for life who have my back in times of sorrow. I have to repeat that it is not my fault that I was abused, even though it kind of was. Don’t let it happen to you! They will take as much as they can from you. Plan your boundaries now and be assertive! Report harassment immediately. Doing so you are being a hero and protecting other women and yourself. If you have already been abused, GET OUT of the situation and talk to someone about it ASAP. There is nothing to be gained by letting the abuse continue! Talking to someone makes it real and lets you start the process of hating less and starting on the path to learning to love yourself again. You deserve real love.

I was with my ex and I had just started some new tablets that made me sleepy. I tell my ex that I’m going to sleep and he continues to play his video game. I wake in a daze around an hour later and he is raping me and enjoying it. I react by making noises out of fear and wait for him to finish up the act , I just froze in fear. Once it was over I was mad he never got consent but he told me that he thought I wanted it. It’s been nearly a year and I’m still not over it

At the age of twenty-six I was raped by a stranger. It took me many years to name what had happened to me as rape. Although, distressed when it happened, I blocked it from my mind for a number of years before going to a therapist for support. I decided to attend therapy as I was struggling with a deep depression. I didn't attend a Rape Crisis Centre. It took me a number of years before I disclosed to my then therapist that I had been raped. I had buried what took place deep within myself and I had never disclosed to anyone what happened that night. The person who raped me was a friend of some friends of mine. I was away for the weekend and thankfully, I never saw him again. While my healing journey has been long. It has been deeply supportive and has allowed me to heal from many different issues within my childhood and to heal from sexual violence. I no longer carry guilt or shame for what took place that night and would encourage any man or woman who is a survivor or sexual violence to go to a therapist who specialises in sexual violence and allow an experienced professional to support you on your healing journey. I have no regrets and am grateful to a number of wonderful women who have supported me to heal from a deeply traumatic experience. Healing can and does happen. Don't give up on you, as I have never given up on me. I have learned that I like so many survivors of abuse am a very resilient woman. I live life today, from a very grounded place and although, I remember what happened to me in the rape I have emotionally healed from the hurt and the pain of that traumatic experience.

I was so naive for so long and I let a man who was my supposed husband control me. It all happened for a reason yeah sure. Don't let anyone make you do anything you don't feel confident with! EVER! Fear sucks

It's been 7 years almost to this day since I was raped. Seven years of denial, acceptance, denial again. Seven years of hiding how I am feeling from everyone I know and love because I feel like I should be 'over it' by now. Seven years of wanting so badly to talk about it, to share my story, to take away the guilt that I feel for something I was never guilty of. But always being too afraid. Too afraid of how I'll be seen. Too afraid of if I'll be judged. Too afraid of not being believed. But finally I am on the journey to understanding that for me talking is taking back my power, sharing is taking back control and connecting with people with this shared experience is giving so much power to our voices. Every healing journey is different, and I hope sharing mine will help someone else in theirs, because I know reading everyones experiences and sharing my own is extremely helpful for me. Xo In my third year of college I decided to go to Peru during the summer to volunteer in a home for children who had suffered through childhood SA and violence. I lived in this home for 6weeks and helped with daily activities, cleaning, afterschool fun etc. While there myself and my friend decided we would leave for a week or so to see Machu Picchu. We headed for Cusco and found a travel agency which offered a 5 day adventure trek to Machu Picchu which involved white water rafting, hiking and ziplining...every 22year olds dream trip. The trip started off amazing. Our local guide seemed so kind and interesting. He shared so much of his culture with us and our group was getting on amazingly. Then 3days into the trip we stopped in a small town with a bar. We all had dinner together and decided we would go out to the bar for a beer. We were all dancing salsa and having a good time. My friend and a few others decided to go home and I was left alone with our guide and some people from another group. I felt safe. I felt like we had all built a connection over the previous three days and a trust had been built. Our guide offered me a glass of beer from his bottle and told me he would teach me how to say cheers in Quechua. We shared a drink, chatted a bit and Then everything went black. From that moment on all I have are flashbacks. Nightmarish glimpses of what was happening to me, to my body, while I was helpless. The next morning I woke up in his bed with him next to me as he spun some story about him needing to protect me the night before because I got too drunk. And telling me how nothing had happened. I was groggy and confussed and sore and had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach but no real idea of what had happened or what was going on. I looked for my things and tried to get out of the room as quickly as possible....we had to leave for the next destination in 10minutes. As i left his room my friend found me, she was so worried but I still hadnt processed what had happened and I dont fully remember any of that morning. As the day went on the memories became stronger and the sinking feeling became more and more intense. I finally confided in my friend about what had happened. Thankfully she believed me, but the other girls in the group did not. I warned them to keep away from the guide but they said that it must have just been my imagination. We continued the two day trek. I acted as if nothing had happened. I even remembering trying to get the guides attention, not knowing how or what I was feeling. He ignored me. When we arrived back in Cusco we got the first possible bus back to Lima, back to the home, earlier than planned. A few weeks later I started final year of college and things finally began to sink in. Thats when the panic attacks began. The crossing the road if a man walked behind me. The need to be clean. The self isolation. Crying in the car, crying on the bus, crying at work, crying in college. Then soon after this I began to pretend. Pretend like I was fine and nothing had happened. I began to hide from it all, and in doing this hide who I am as well. Thankfully I am finally on the road to accepting my story and feel strong enough to share how I truly feel so that I can continue to heal. I can acknowlege when I feel down but also am beginning to feel true happiness again. I can think about what happened to me and share my story without being filled with a feeling of dread of how people will percieve me. I have accepted my story, and although I obviosuly still wish it hadnt happened, I am beginning to truly love the strong, resilient, empathetic person it has helped me become! xx

I was assualted, sexual assualted by a man I trusted, who I looked up to. I was 21 at the time, modeling, doing shoots, stepping into the modeling industry. Little did I know how dark things would get. These women who would stand by these abusers. He groped me from behind and touched me sexually on a shoot. I froze, I couldn't say anything. Couldn't process what was happening. He drove me home, told me to play with myself and let him watch. I ignored his requested and he told me if his wife found out, she'd die from the stress (she was sick at the time) and it would be MY FAULT. I strongly believed this and held everything in for three months. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, denied it. Everywhere I looked I saw the make of his car, his name, thought he was following me. I eventually I had a breakdown, went to the guards. Who were absolutely useless and laughed at my five page statement. There was no evidence but my word against his. So he got models to read off scripts and tell the guards how I was in love with this man and "asked for it". Told everyone in the industry that I was "unstable" and how he feared for HIS life. As if I was the predator. The coward couldn't even come forward himself...turned everyone against me. Feeling so alone, I confided in my dance instructors who I really trusted. Only for them to be STILL working with this man to this day. I gave up fighting as no one around me believed me. Taking me 7 years to open up again about my trauma. Everyday it still effects me..seening his name everywhere on social media. People singing him praises, if only they knew... would they believe me?? Do I risk going through the trauma all over again??

She was hurt too. She is so damaged and hurt just like me. But I still didn't deserve what she did to me.

° Hard Candy° Does it get better ?. She asked me , little golden eyes filled with tears hands pressed so hard against her reddened cheeks I could hardly hear the words pouring out of that little 8 year Olds mouth. I took a long pause before I decided my next approach.. You see She this child resembled a frightened mouse, Cautiously pressed back into what must of been the safety of her room blended underneath a blanket,. Her body was so small you could barley see the tiny frame. Frozen in place. Instinctively I wanted to give this child space but as a adult. I needed to comfort this child. Or was it I who needed comfort after seeing how badly damaged she was emotionally and mentally?. I haven't decided. It took a while Don't get me wrong not only does seeing a child in any form of distress unsettle the soul,. But regaining their trust is a challenge in itself. There was no door in this child's room so I wanted to be respectful,. Taking my time with this one,. Each step polite and over apologetic,. I stepped over the forgotten toys that had collected dust from previous visitation,. I can still smell The hard candy melted to the oak dress from the summers heat,. Slowly I unraveled this child and moved her hair out of her face. Millions of little freckles covered almost every inch. Hazel eyes stared at me, strawberry blonde hair and a pale complexity, but there was so much more to it. curiosity and fear looked back. Where was the love for this child?. I touched her face slowly. And whispered. Yes sweetheart. It sure does. We are grown now. We are safe now. We will always be safe. Because I will always protect you The inner child in myself smiled and hugged me tight. Thankyou she whispered. You're welcome sweetheart . ♡ Initials

There is something to be said about coercive convincing. Sometimes people can make an outwardly uncomfortable situation very appealing or just generally ok. It’s easier to fall trap to that when you know the person, think you know the person, have heard good things about the person from others you know, or you allow your curiosity to take over your instincts. You must learn to trust your gut. Don’t silence it. Be ok with their discomfort. You, your health, mentally and physically, are more important.

On Date, I escaped an abusive relationship and embraced the freedom of living without my abuser’s control. Just four months later, he was sentenced to five years in prison for the abuse he inflicted upon me. Although it felt like an eternity to reach that day, I’m grateful I didn’t have to wait as long as some survivors do. Many survivors never experience justice; some victims never become survivors. Life will never be the same for either of us or our families, especially our children. What's beautiful is that I am no longer the woman who accepts abusive behavior in any form. I don’t want to be the woman who tolerates less than what I deserve because I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be the woman who dims my light so that the man I love can shine brighter. I don’t want to be the woman who hurts myself in an attempt to save a broken man. Had my abuser had his way, I wouldn’t be here today. My children’s world would be a lot different. I have an amazing circle of family, friends, and coworkers who have supported me the best way they know how during this difficult and very emotional time. I love them and thank them for loving me by showing up and being there. I am now able to fully enjoy my children and live for them every day. I show up for them, strive to be the best version of myself, lead them, and love them by loving myself. It’s easy to say that life is a gift until you face a moment when you realize it could be taken away. I still have triggers and am taking it one day at a time. I have accepted that some people don’t deserve to be in my life. I am choosing me! I am choosing real love! I am choosing healthy relationships!

I guess I am here to share some of the experiences I have been through in the past few years. My therapist introduced me to this page as a way to see support/connect with others who have been through similar experiences. My fiancé and I have been together for YEARS, but when we first got together he tried to force himself on me, and once I pushed him off and started crying he backed off. That should have been my first warning. Throughout the years he had a much higher drive than me and I didn’t always want to have sex like he did. He would practically beg me to have sex and I would eventually cave, which I have now learned is coercion. Once I even still told him know and he still went through with it. And then wondered why I was so upset. One time his sister brought over edibles for him and he let me have 2 and I didn’t think anything of it until I was unable to really move/keep my eyes open. I never smoke or do anything so this was a new experience. I remember at one point waking up to him on top of me starting to try to take my clothes off, luckily I was conscious enough to get him off of me. Moving forward years later this is STILL happening. He pressures me into having sex with him when I really don’t want to. I also don’t want to now because of prior experiences. My last straw was when I finally initiated sex with him and then he rushed through everything and then it started to hurt. And I begged him to stop and he claims he didn’t hear me. As he kept going to the point where I was sobbing and in physical pain. We are now on a break and I called off our engagement and I guess I just am at a loss and don’t know what to do. I love him , but I know this isn’t healthy. There has been other emotional things as well. I am always battling with my mental health and he can be very mean. I once was even self harming and he knew I was and completely ignored it. He really wants another chance to prove he is changing but I just don’t know. Everyone in my family loves him. He can be a great guy so I am just stuck!

I saw the movie tonight with my little sister. We grew up together in an abusive home, everything that Lily’s father did to her mom, our father did to ours (and even worse). He sometimes did those things to us too. From the fact that he’s still portrayed as a beloved father to many, I found consolation in the movie tonight. I realised that I’m not that child anymore, I’m safe now and most importantly, I can stop swimming now. And you also, my little sister, we can both stop swimming now. I love you.

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Starting off, I want to share that healing is not the same for everybody. We all take different paths, bumps or curves in the road, or heal directly, without interference. Me personally, it took about 2-4 years until I realized I had been sexually assaulted. When I first learned the meaning, I presumed it "didn't count", and that it wasn't what I thought due to the manner of which the act was committed. I spoke with a close friend online, and he helped me to understand that it in fact was, sexual assault. I was about 13-14 at this time, I'd never been taught the importance or gruesome facts of sexual assault. I resented many people, accordingly my parents for not informing me, or preparing me. I blamed many others including myself. Although, it never felt as if the weight was taken off of my chest, off of my head, or my body. At 15, I sought help via the suicide hotline. I felt like there was nothing left for me, and the shame I felt, my lack of a voice to speak out. I was provided appropriate resources, indulged myself in meditation, which did have a positive effect, yet wasn't enough. Nobody in my life knew of what happened, except for a mystery woman on the other end of the hotline. I remembered then the ease I felt speaking to that one woman whom I hadn't even known, and realized the ease I could feel if I told people I DID know. I began to speak to friends, and anyone I trusted although never my parents, and still have not. Now, I'm older although there are struggles still with my nightmares, some guilt, I have found peace. I've found strength, courage, a feather now on my chest replacing the 40 pound anchor sunk into it, my heart and mind has healed. I've found love for others and myself. In the time I've spent healing from self harm, suicidal tendencies, self isolation, and guilt, I've learned one important factor, and that is I am not, alone. Nobody is alone in their struggles and there is something out there or somebody at all times to positively rebuild us and guide us to peace. I hope for anybody and everybody struggling to find peace, finds that peace, and can one day replace the anchor with the same feather.

I'm 37 year old male survivor in my country. I don't know what to share yet. I am a survivor of multiple assaults in childhood and early adulthood, mostly with female assailants. I think I'm ready to talk with some female survivors (though not in most details). To be honest this scares me though. My experience with advocacy and support groups (apart from a website specifically for male survivors) in the past has been very negative. I have always wondered what a *true* coalition of survivors of all genders would look like.

During grueling clinical rotations the department manager was male. While sitting at a computer, the dept manager entered through the door next to me. I heard a zipper sound and I felt a wet ridged object being stuck into my ear. A “wet Willy” as the kids call it. I screamed and looked up to see the manager laughing. He said “oh I thought you’d think I stuck my dick in your ear” I stood, and told him to NEVER touch me again. I immediately went to HR. The next week I was fired. Weeks later I learned that 3 other women filed complaints of sexual harassment against him and he was subsequently fired.

I want to say my story so at least someone hears it. I was 15 he was 16 but much larger and stronger then me. He was a friend at first but we both grew to he feelings for each other. Within the first few months I found out he cheated on me. From there I was ready to leave him but he grew possessive and blackmailed me into staying with him. He had pictures and videos I didn’t know he even saved or took. The mental abuse turned physical as not a day went past where he wouldn’t hurt me or use my body for his satisfaction. It took me 2 years to get out of It. But I am still facing the pain still. I live in a small town and see his face more then I should. I am reminded of what he did by the way he looks at me or makes snide comments every time he sees me. I’m nearly 20.

When I was around six years old, my cousin (who would've been around twelve at the time) manipulated me into touching him sexually. He lied to me about it, which makes it quite clear to me he knew this was something he wasn't supposed to be doing. It was very brief and I backed away from the situation fairly quickly from what I can remember, feeling something wasn't quite right and realizing he wasn't being honest. I didn't know exactly what was going on as I was only around six years old, but I just knew it was something I wanted to walk away from. To my knowledge, no other incidents like that ever happened. Later on, at eight years old, I remember learning in school about areas of the body we weren't supposed to show to others or touch on others' bodies, and realizing that he had asked me to do that. I never told anyone. My cousin went to prison when I was sixteen, convicted of sexually assaulting a child in our family (to which the rest of my family believes was a "misunderstanding." Like a "you just thought he was touching you sexually, but it was an accident!" or a "you misunderstood what was happening" situation. Obviously I'm not convinced). I understood the actual context of the event at that point, and I still didn't tell anyone about what happened when I was a child. I'd like to actually tell someone, but I don't trust my family. I don't trust them to respond appropriately or do anything about it, and I worry it would only make things worse for me. I also feel uncomfortable sharing anything with them - sharing personal things like this with them just makes me feel bad and wrong in general. It feels safer and better to keep it to myself, or at least only ever share it online like this. Now, at twenty-two, I'm plagued by intrusive sexual thoughts and fears that deep down, I'm a horrible person, a sexual "deviant," a predator. To be clear, I know this is probably mostly OCD, but it's a struggle and it's so frightening and demoralizing. It's very hard to shake, and generally makes me feel worthless. Over the past two years, I've realized that I also experienced thoughts like these as a kid, though I mostly had them the other way around (where I had intrusive thoughts about teachers sexually preying on me, even if they never exhibited any predatory behavior) until I got older and it flipped the other way around. It scared me as a kid and really messed me up emotionally as a teenager, to where even being nude would set off intrusive thoughts and anxiety. I also have vaginismus, or something similar anyway. And I do know I feel messed up about sexual relationships - I'd like to have sex, I think, though I find even making friends to be difficult, let alone engaging with people romantically or sexually. Odds are I'm probably not ever going to get to do that, for many reasons, and I'll be left with the knowledge that the only time it's ever happened for me was with a family member as a child, which makes me feel... tainted, almost? It's hard to describe and I don't like it. If I was to die without ever having had that sort of experience, that'd be disappointing perhaps, but I think I could learn to live with it maybe. This is obviously worse. However, the situation I was in doesn't even seem as extensive as what some people go through: I wasn't raped. I wasn't the one being touched. I wasn't even forced, just manipulated. I was made to do something briefly one time before realizing it was wrong and scary, and walking away. It couldn't have been that long. I just don't know how something like that would've affected me this badly, both mentally and physically, and it confuses me. Sometimes I ask myself if I've blocked memories out, but I don't think so, and I have no evidence to suggest that. Some people would consider me a "survivor" maybe, but I don't even feel like one. I wasn't at risk of dying, and calling it "surviving" feels like too much to me. I guess I just have to ask if one incident like that really negatively affects a person that easily? I don't know, and I don't know what I'm going to do when my cousin eventually gets out of prison. My family won't say a negative word against him, and I still don't want to say anything to them. For what he most likely did to our family member, I wish he'd disappear. I also just wish none of this had happened and that I wasn't this way.